Author: Dennis
20080704 – Gay Pride
This year’s Amsterdam Gay Pride looked like it wasn’t going to be such a fantastic event for me. Moulsari and I weren’t invited to any parties, her co-worker who was our ticket into another party had a fight with his boyfriend and couldn’t make it, and on top of all of that Moulsari wasn’t feeling so fantastic. We ended up watching the canal parade, in which the canals are full with boats, some of them very elaborately decorated, with proud homosexuals dancing away to pumping beats in front of a crowd of onlookers and well-wishers. We ended up not having a bad time after all, as we found a spot, looked on for a couple of hours, and chatted a bit. People watching can be very entertaining, especially if the people you are watching know you are, and are trying their hardest to entertain you. Mouls is taking a nap on the sofa while I write this, and I’ll be waking her up in a few minutes to have some food, perhaps she’ll feel a little better and will be up for checking out the party at the homo-monument at the Westermarkt. Sam and I ended up there last year, and that ended up being the best music I had heard that year, and the second best thing to happen that day.
Quote of the Day
Aasif Mandvi on the topic of Live Earth on The Daily Show:
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| 12 hours, 20 tonnes of trash, 2000 gallons of fuel and 42 thousand plastic bottles of water later, it was clear…I helped heal Earth. Time to prepare for the next event; the Coney Island Hot Dog Eating Contest to raise awareness for Darfur. |
20070801
So, I’m due for a renewal of my driver’s license, and I’m looking forward to it a lot, since the new ones are the regular credit-card flavour and our old driver’s licenses are the size of a roadmap, and ugly as shit. It’s all paper, so it gets manky and dirty and crumpled, and I’m not even considering what it’ll look like if it accidentally gets thrown in with the washing.
Anyway, I needed to go and get some new pass-photos made, and since there are all kinds of new rules to govern the coming biometrics that they want to implement into the passports, the photos must abide by strict rules. One of them is that you have to look straight ahead, you can’t smile, and you have to look “kinda serious.” This, coupled with my millimetered hair and the weight I’ve gained over the last six, stressful months, makes me look like I just did an eightball of coke, stole a car, and ran over a few people as the cops gave chase.
Yeah, not my most flattering hour. :)